[ That was more direct than he could've waited to hear, visually taken aback some, swirling in his seat and nearly falling over, needing the bar's surface for balance. He's gawking at the man so much that he can't bring himself to answer right away, not without a question of his own bubbling up in a hush to be answered. ]
[What's wrong with being blunt? No sense beating around the bush. He doesn't have the patience for some kind of sneaky operation unless it's the only way to draw someone out. He ran the Future Foundation's brute squad he WAS the brute squad, not intel management. But he's still observant enough to take what info he needs.]
So you do.
[Nice poker face, kid. He takes another sip of his drink, but he doesn't so much as blink while he watches Emi like a hawk.]
[ Wait, he was handing it to him all willy-nilly! No! Ethan's face immediately twists into a frown, volume turning up only to get shot down by his own awareness. Indoor voices. ]
[Strange that he's so secretive about it in a place like this. Some holdover from wherever he came from, maybe? Mallory's got his own secret's he's plenty defensive about, as poor Ethan has had the misfortune of figuring out, so the last thing he wants to do is broadcast this ghost thing to the whole damn bar. Not yet at least.]
Hey, calm the fuck down already. Shh. [Indoor voices indeed.] Relax. He didn't rat you out or set you up or anything. He talked about having some ghost of his own when we were stuck out by that mountain and that you're the only guy who could see it.
He also made it sound like it usually does whatever the hell it wants and does so violently.
[Mallory's the only one allowed to get away with that bullshit!]
I know he didn't—! [ He attempts to cut in, but goes quiet as soon as Mallory continues. Eiji wouldn't do something like that, and neither would Ethan with him, which is why he's asking: How much could I tell you? He won't be stepping across the boundary Eiji has invisibly created— from experience, and Eiji even more so, they were all too familiar with the unwanted fame that came with being an ajin.
So— Mallory was afraid of his nonexistent ghost?
If he were an asshole, he'd totally take advantage of this. Yeah I do have a ghost what about it, but— there is a much stronger voice in his head that says No, Ethan. God damn these heroic morals.
Quieting down, his hands grip the edge of his seat between his legs, using a foot to make his spot creak in place, left and right as he looks down. ]
I can't make one yet. [ Yet. He's working on it, and the determination in his voice makes that clear. ] You're worried?
[Did he have to say worried? Well, at least he didn't accuse him of being scared. Look, it's a reasonable- concern to have about a roommate, even if Ethan hasn't shown his sorry ass around room 001 in a while.]
Just as worried as I'd be about any other unpredictable weapon in the hands of an idiot.
[In the hands of a maniacal mastermind is bad enough. But even Mallory can no longer deny that Ethan would only have the purest intentions. Barf.]
Is it something you learn or is it just going to start happening like some middle-school boner?
[ At least if this goes moderately well, he'll slink back like an inch worm . . .
Brows quirk up in question to the comment, letting it slip away verbally but frowning at the "idiot". He'd do a lot of useful things with a ghost, thank you very much!
But, right, right— conversation. Answering questions. well, he's talked to Peony. He's talked to Riye. He's seen things with his own eyes. Maybe it's best to take this the way it's being given. Cautiously. It's still a chance to straighten things he'd rather not keep crooked, even if his nose was patched up from his last reset. ]
. . . It's pure luck. [ At least, by the book of Ogura. Who knew if that were really true? ] But— If I ever get one, it's probably not gonna be like Eiji's. His is different.
[He scowls openly at that. Luck and Mallory have never been on good terms.]
"Probably."
[He grunts and looks down into his glass, his brow furrowing just a little more than usual. From what little he knows about Eiji's... What was it? Something potentially violent and really fixated on a single person? Sounds familiar.]
Tch. You make it sound like this is common where you're from.
[ He doesn't know what it's like to have one to say for sure, geez!! ]
Uh . . . Not really. [ Or just a little bit? Ethan rolls his shoulders, gives a surprised, curt nod when courtesy water if left in front of him. It came at a good time, his lips were nervously dry. ] It's normal for people like us. When it involves everyone else, it's . . . Pretty rare. Like winning something on the radio.
[ Let's face it. You're never caller 50. Ever.
But what's raised more question is how Mallory seems to be completely oblivious to a fact that's known around the world. ]
. . . You don't have that sort of thing where you're from?
[Whether it be because of the Future Foundation's careful tabs on the world at large, or simply because someone with that kind of crazy ability would have made made international headlines even before the world went to shit - and honestly, someone that amazing probably would have ended up at Hope's Peak Academy one way or another.]
I've seen a lot of extraordinary abilities in my life, but that's just people who are absurdly talented at normal things. None of this magic or ghost crap. [No matter what that dumb fortune teller claimed.]
[ Ethan's lips are ready to spurt something before zipping together. So— so he didn't have ajin. The vastness of different universes seemed so absurdly large that he couldn't even wrap much of the possibility around his head to fathom it. Riye tried to explain it once and things just got mega confusing, but— at least he gets the minimum. ]
That sounds nice. [ The demi human says it without much thought, thinking of just how many things they wouldn't have had everything been normal. As soon as he thinks of it, he shakes his head to himself, looking as if he's just made an error. He would've died, as a child, and stayed that way had everything been normal.
He wasn't ready to die, then, and he sure as hell wasnt ready now. Rather . . . Scratch that. He'll die as many times as he needs to. ]
[Despair aside, there were still plenty of other necessary secrets to keep. Inherent traits that needed to be kept on the down-low or risk marking them as 'other' in a society that valued rigid conformity. But Mal's here to forget his problems, not discuss them.]
Well, whatever. I got what I needed.
[He waves his hand dismissively and then finishes off his drink. Then he stands, fishing around in his back pocket for coin to slam against the counter.]
[ Already? So soon? (What else were you waiting for, boy) Ethan follows Mallory with his eyes as his mouth begins to gape, twisting his body along with it. He should be going too, before it got to late to (literally) hang around the forest. He'd go, but . . . Maybe if he could just clear one thing up. ]
H—hey, wait—
[ And bounds over to him— hopefully he turns around. ]
[And turn around he does, his mouth pulling into a flat line, but at least he doesn't look particularly threatening. Like, more than his usual resting bitch face.]
[Whoa, someone's feeling courageous. Does he think Mal owes him something after being so direct about the ghost thing? Maybe he does owe him for the attempted murder at least.]
...No reason that justifies it.
[Big boy pants fit funny, don't they.]
I'm a coward, and I was afraid. So I wanted you to be the one afraid of me first.
[It's not like he has anything left to lose by admitting it now.]
[ That was— totally unexpected. At the very least, he was waiting for a scoff of some sort, not. All of that. He's so taken aback by the response that he forgets to speak, leaving them in ticking seconds of silence, the only sound around them being the bustle of the bar.
He blinks, does so again, all until he snaps his parted lips together to swallow. That was honesty. It almost served as an apology all on its own. ]
. . . They were right about you. [ He's spoken to more than one person, after all— both of which are important to Mallory, so . . . There definitely was something he was missing. ] And— I guess I wanna be wrong.
Eiji, or someone else? It doesn't matter. Mal's used to there being plenty of office gossip about him, and very little of it has ever been positive. He snorts lightly.]
If you needed someone else to tell you I'm no good, you really are an idiot.
[ He has to scurry over to step in front of him. He's got it all wrong. ] It was Miss Peony and Miss Riye. And they said good things. I was the one thinking you're no good.
[Oh, BARF. He'd be flattered, but he's not fond of the plucky young optimistic type who wants to believe the best in everyone. Even if it's someone who's tried to kill him.
He smiles down at him, something tired and sarcastic that doesn't reach his eyes in the least.]
There's a lot Riye doesn't know. Peony does, and I made her run away. I don't know how much their endorsement's worth.
[What makes him so special that he and Peony were both able to bond so fast and put their full belief into each other?! It's not that Mal's jealous or anything, except for the part where that's exactly what it is.]
Drop it.
[Or he'll remind him just why he makes people run away.]
[ His shoulders subtly flinch upwards, but eyes hardly stray away from a stare that stretched for quite a few moments. Or what, you'll punch me again? he almost says, inhaling and ready to let the words roll off his tongue— until a little voice at the back of his mind tells him not to.
While he had things to do . . . That can wait. He'll look around first. Now Ethan's the one that adjusts his bag and gets ready to leave Mallory to his own paintrain.
It's funny, how they're both jealous about the same thing and can't even see it. Before he can stop himself a second time, it's too late to hold his tongue as he pushes by him, trekking to the doorway and looking back at Mallory with rising fumes. ]
You don't know how lucky you really are.
[ That hanging session is taking the back seat for now— time to look around. ]
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W-wait, Eiji told you—?!
[ He thought that was [REDACTED] ]
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he WAS the brute squad, not intel management. But he's still observant enough to take what info he needs.]So you do.
[Nice poker face, kid. He takes another sip of his drink, but he doesn't so much as blink while he watches Emi like a hawk.]
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[ Wait, he was handing it to him all willy-nilly! No! Ethan's face immediately twists into a frown, volume turning up only to get shot down by his own awareness. Indoor voices. ]
Tell me what he told you, first!
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Hey, calm the fuck down already. Shh. [Indoor voices indeed.] Relax. He didn't rat you out or set you up or anything. He talked about having some ghost of his own when we were stuck out by that mountain and that you're the only guy who could see it.
He also made it sound like it usually does whatever the hell it wants and does so violently.
[Mallory's the only one allowed to get away with that bullshit!]
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So— Mallory was afraid of his nonexistent ghost?
If he were an asshole, he'd totally take advantage of this. Yeah I do have a ghost what about it, but— there is a much stronger voice in his head that says No, Ethan. God damn these heroic morals.
Quieting down, his hands grip the edge of his seat between his legs, using a foot to make his spot creak in place, left and right as he looks down. ]
I can't make one yet. [ Yet. He's working on it, and the determination in his voice makes that clear. ] You're worried?
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Just as worried as I'd be about any other unpredictable weapon in the hands of an idiot.
[In the hands of a maniacal mastermind is bad enough. But even Mallory can no longer deny that Ethan would only have the purest intentions. Barf.]
Is it something you learn or is it just going to start happening like some middle-school boner?
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Brows quirk up in question to the comment, letting it slip away verbally but frowning at the "idiot". He'd do a lot of useful things with a ghost, thank you very much!
But, right, right— conversation. Answering questions. well, he's talked to Peony. He's talked to Riye. He's seen things with his own eyes. Maybe it's best to take this the way it's being given. Cautiously. It's still a chance to straighten things he'd rather not keep crooked, even if his nose was patched up from his last reset. ]
. . . It's pure luck. [ At least, by the book of Ogura. Who knew if that were really true? ] But— If I ever get one, it's probably not gonna be like Eiji's. His is different.
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"Probably."
[He grunts and looks down into his glass, his brow furrowing just a little more than usual. From what little he knows about Eiji's... What was it? Something potentially violent and really fixated on a single person? Sounds familiar.]
Tch. You make it sound like this is common where you're from.
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Uh . . . Not really. [ Or just a little bit? Ethan rolls his shoulders, gives a surprised, curt nod when courtesy water if left in front of him. It came at a good time, his lips were nervously dry. ] It's normal for people like us. When it involves everyone else, it's . . . Pretty rare. Like winning something on the radio.
[ Let's face it. You're never caller 50. Ever.
But what's raised more question is how Mallory seems to be completely oblivious to a fact that's known around the world. ]
. . . You don't have that sort of thing where you're from?
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[Whether it be because of the Future Foundation's careful tabs on the world at large, or simply because someone with that kind of crazy ability would have made made international headlines even before the world went to shit - and honestly, someone that amazing probably would have ended up at Hope's Peak Academy one way or another.]
I've seen a lot of extraordinary abilities in my life, but that's just people who are absurdly talented at normal things. None of this magic or ghost crap. [No matter what that dumb fortune teller claimed.]
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That sounds nice. [ The demi human says it without much thought, thinking of just how many things they wouldn't have had everything been normal. As soon as he thinks of it, he shakes his head to himself, looking as if he's just made an error. He would've died, as a child, and stayed that way had everything been normal.
He wasn't ready to die, then, and he sure as hell wasnt ready now. Rather . . . Scratch that. He'll die as many times as he needs to. ]
—I kinda wanna take that back.
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[Despair aside, there were still plenty of other necessary secrets to keep. Inherent traits that needed to be kept on the down-low or risk marking them as 'other' in a society that valued rigid conformity. But Mal's here to forget his problems, not discuss them.]
Well, whatever. I got what I needed.
[He waves his hand dismissively and then finishes off his drink. Then he stands, fishing around in his back pocket for coin to slam against the counter.]
See you.
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H—hey, wait—
[ And bounds over to him— hopefully he turns around. ]
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Hm?
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So, shitty sorry flowers aside— [ Yes, they were shitty and we all know that. ] Why did you wanna kill me?
[ He doesn't even have to say "beat up". He knows the difference. Eyes say everything. ]
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...No reason that justifies it.
[Big boy pants fit funny, don't they.]
I'm a coward, and I was afraid. So I wanted you to be the one afraid of me first.
[It's not like he has anything left to lose by admitting it now.]
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He blinks, does so again, all until he snaps his parted lips together to swallow. That was honesty. It almost served as an apology all on its own. ]
. . . They were right about you. [ He's spoken to more than one person, after all— both of which are important to Mallory, so . . . There definitely was something he was missing. ] And— I guess I wanna be wrong.
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Eiji, or someone else? It doesn't matter. Mal's used to there being plenty of office gossip about him, and very little of it has ever been positive. He snorts lightly.]
If you needed someone else to tell you I'm no good, you really are an idiot.
[He starts to turn back toward the exit...]
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[ He has to scurry over to step in front of him. He's got it all wrong. ] It was Miss Peony and Miss Riye. And they said good things. I was the one thinking you're no good.
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He smiles down at him, something tired and sarcastic that doesn't reach his eyes in the least.]
There's a lot Riye doesn't know. Peony does, and I made her run away. I don't know how much their endorsement's worth.
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. . . Miss Peony ran away?
[ After everything she said about him, it felt— weird— to have that be the actually cause. ]
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[He runs his hand through his hair with a half-growl, half-sigh.]
If you do happen to see her around, pretend I never told you.
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But then again when does he ever. ]
After everything she said . . . C'mon, that's— she wouldn't run away from you.
[ It means something. Even he wished he knew how that felt. ]
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Drop it.
[Or he'll remind him just why he makes people run away.]
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While he had things to do . . . That can wait. He'll look around first. Now Ethan's the one that adjusts his bag and gets ready to leave Mallory to his own paintrain.
It's funny, how they're both jealous about the same thing and can't even see it. Before he can stop himself a second time, it's too late to hold his tongue as he pushes by him, trekking to the doorway and looking back at Mallory with rising fumes. ]
You don't know how lucky you really are.
[ That hanging session is taking the back seat for now— time to look around. ]